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They have got their hooks in you,

But I will pull through.

The paranoia shows,

And my sorrow only grows.



And I believe that everyone goes bad.

But do you see that we all can go back?



The tempest holds our throats,

But I will stay afloat.

I'm tired of all these things,

That separate our ties.



And I believe that everyone goes bad.

But do you see that we all can go back?



But I won't go, head first into the cold

I wish that I had more of you in me.

But I don't... .